It was the first day of the year.

 The New Year is celebrated not only by the Sinhalese. It celebrated by all the people around the world. The new year is start with a new calendar, new thoughts and hopes, forgetting the old grudges.

 It was the first time I was out of the house. I was in a province where no one knew me. I missed my home a lot. Mom was not there to taste a delicious piece of milk rice like in previous years. 

I and my friends in the hostel lit the stove to make milk rice. Then we made Katta Sambola with milk rice, bunch of banana and also we cut a cake and we set the New Year table.   

We lit a  oil lamp and prayed that our all the wishes of the new year will be fulfilled. All the friends tasted milk rice and a cup of coffee make happy. We could see the firecrackers and fireworks at Colombo sky beautifully and colorfully.

 We wished  all friends to become a happy new year. In  that evening, I went to worship the Gangaramaya Temple with my friends.

Ridmi Bandara.

Mu/21/010